"So, Adam—What does it feel like to work as a gigolo?"
Even as Shuri asked her questions and looked at him with a meaningful smile, Adam didn't miss a beat and was about to speak. But Shuri gently shushed him, placing a finger on his mask.
Right where his lips should have been.
"Before you answer, let me finish."
She was still sitting on his lap, and a hot breath mixed with wine escaped her lips as she spoke.
"You don't need to hide. I'm already sure you are Adam. Up until now, you could argue that you lied by omission, and I won't hold it against you. Don't lie to me anymore, Adam. It would make me very sad if you did."
Her expression was serious as she continued,
"Of course, I can't stop you from telling me what you want. So if, right here, right now, you tell me that you are not Adam, that I'm just a little too drunk and mistaken, then—I'll trust you."
The smile that formed on her face then held many hidden emotions.
But Adam could see the resignation in her eyes.
